"Bai Qi! You bastard, do you never get tired?"
Zhao Yun once again punched Bai Qi hard, slamming him into the ground with a heavy hammer.
In the midst of the desert, a deep pit was left behind. However, the next second, countless grains of sand burst forth, and Bai Qi jumped out of the pit once more and rushed towards Zhao Yun.
With Bai Qi's current strength, it wouldn't be too difficult for Zhao Yun to kill him. But facing such an old friend, Zhao Yun simply couldn't muster the will to truly want to kill him.
Even though during the battle in the Thirty-Three Heavens, they had once killed each other.
After fighting for so long, Zhao Yun gradually realized something wasn't right.
Bai Qi... was getting stronger.
Each time her fist hit Bai Qi's body, a wisp of faint black aura would drift away from her and disappear onto him.
And after each absorption of that black aura, Bai Qi's speed and strength would increase slightly.